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The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. "Come up by the packet?" "No; came up with The Tigress. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. " Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. Tears sprang to her eyes. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation. They were a young man and an old one, and both appeared deeply affected.
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